Hi! I’m Jess. Since I was a kid, there have been three things that have been consistently important to have in my life; music, food, and stories. I am not a published author (nor a singer, although I try!), but since having my own kids I’ve re-connected with my somewhat mothballed love of writing. As my first novel seems eons away, I’ve decided to publish some of my miniature tales here. I do hope you can take something from them. Please consider subscribing below if you like what you read, and following me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pintsizeprose/ Thank you for dropping by.


I knew the voices in my head weren’t real. But damn, they came up with some great ideas. I found myself sitting on an unfamiliar park bench, at dusk, disguised as Where’s Wally. I mean, how fucking brilliant! What a hoot. I loved Steve already. I wouldn’t tell my therapist about him. She tried toContinue reading “Puppet”


Dry, silken sand slips between my toes; cherishing the warmth of the sunken Spring sun. Footprints clutter my path, echoing countless sandy soles, since returned from their day’s play. Golden belts embrace the shore, narrating the diminishing tide as the evening waves fall gently to slumber. Lucent orange bulbs on arching poles line the beachContinue reading “Shore”

The Sandwich Critic

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” His eyes were puppy-like. “Like you know what I’m thinking.” “But I do!” “I don’t care. I hate that face.” “Well I hate your face,” he retaliated. “No you don’t.” “Oh, well who’s the mind reader now?” I punched his arm. This is how our conversations alwaysContinue reading “The Sandwich Critic”

Sleepy Business

Lay down, And close your eyes. Be still, I’ll sing you lullabies. Please, At least stay in your bed. No, The pillow doesn’t go on your head. Why, Do you need socks on your hands? Your list of excuses, Forever expands. For goodness sake, At least stay in your room. My date night dinner, IsContinue reading “Sleepy Business”


I took a slow, steady sip of my long black as I waited. The hard part was done. I felt unnaturally calm. Here, perched in the café across the road from her house, I had a marvellously inconspicuous vantage point. She’d be walking by shortly. I knew her schedule. I chanced a quick peek inContinue reading “Alive”

Sleep Writing

My child lies asleep, in bed,  And here I sit, to write.  I’m typing lots of rubbish,  And I have no book in sight.  I have about nine minutes,  Before she wakes and calls for me.  I could try to write a story,  Or just make a cup of tea.  The tea sounds rather tempting; Continue reading “Sleep Writing”

Never Let Go

Look at her, In the glinting dusk sun, With pink ruffles and cheeks that are wonderfully round. See her, How she gallantly toddles, As she earnestly searches for twigs on the ground. Dance with her, Twirl her gently around, Holding tight to the moment as time ruthlessly flies. Hear her, As she wildly squeals, AsContinue reading “Never Let Go”

Foul Play

She raised her green, gloved hand to hover dangerously close to the emergency call button. “All that blood looks good on you,” she taunted. “It really brings out your eyes.” Her red lips smiled sweetly.   “Don’t,” I whispered. My energy was depleted. Her enchanting hazel eyes were locked onto mine until the moment she swiftlyContinue reading “Foul Play”

Hide and Seek

“Jenga?” “I’ve got a better idea.” “Oh?” I tried to look seductive. There was a mischievous glint in his eye. “Hide and seek.” “Oh.” Not exactly what I was expecting from my sizzling hot date. “Okay!” I recovered, a little too optimistically. What did I have to lose? I was 43 and single. I thoughtContinue reading “Hide and Seek”

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